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At the New Year's party I went to this very drunk gay boy went stumbling around asking the other gay guys whether they licked pussy. Almost before anyone could answer he would say, very loudly, "I do! And I like it! But I'm still a fag." Weird.

Jay

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

No shame at all. I just thought it was cute and funny because it seemed like he was finally making this big confession, like this big weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he seemed to imply "And now judge me if you want, I don't care!" More power to him.

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

Barbara please. I met a girl in gay bar (Fielden's no less!) in college and we actually lived together for a year. She claimed I got her pregnant after we broke up (messy) and had a miscarriage. Imagine the horror of me having a child. Mind you I'd been sleeping with guys for a good few years when we met. Oh right... there was a lot of cocaine around me too. Lots... and other stuff. Plus she owned a trendy men's clothing store so I snagged discounts (see? gay even when fucking a girl. THAT is fierce!)

I won't even go into the time she caught me at a party in a closet (no jokes please) with a black guy on his knees blowing my cock. The next day I came across a gun in one of our dresser drawers. So no pretty.

Mary please. I must trump your getting caught by a woman story. Me in bed, on the brink of orgasm, my boyfriend blowing me, and my mother walks in. Why do I always forget about locks?

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

Barbara please. I met a girl in gay bar (Fielden's no less!) in college and we actually lived together for a year. She claimed I got her pregnant after we broke up (messy) and had a miscarriage. Imagine the horror of me having a child. Mind you I'd been sleeping with guys for a good few years when we met. Oh right... there was a lot of cocaine around me too. Lots... and other stuff. Plus she owned a trendy men's clothing store so I snagged discounts (see? gay even when fucking a girl. THAT is fierce!)

I won't even go into the time she caught me at a party in a closet (no jokes please) with a black guy on his knees blowing my cock. The next day I came across a gun in one of our dresser drawers. So no pretty.

Yeah, I couldn't do that. Not the relationship thing with a woman (or a man, now that I think about it).

But having sex with a chick while we're both on heroin in front of a good friend of mine... who's also on heroin?

She did. And she loved the bf. She was actually bringing us lemonade (I kid you not).

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

"whole she/bang" is perhaps not quite the right phrase for this thread...

As for "I get the most pity votes (please) for being far away, stuck in the cornfields of Iowa", mr L, I was surprised, Iowa sounded suddenly hardcore, then reailised it said fields....

- matt

Now playing: Youssou N'Dour, New Africa

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

20 years later, I still get a little thickening when I smell Tide. That's what she smelled like, and I didn't mind at all. Bloody good at it I was, but don't tell my hippie-chick best friend whom I am taking to NYC in two weeks. Her boyfriend is cool but all of the sudden Grandma thinks it's improper as I have a penis.

I was seeing this s&m top for a bit about 5 years back. We were drugged to our eyeballs and bored with all his toys so went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what interesting things were inside. I was tied up in his sling at the time, but he came back with eggs, missing his love beads, I guess.

We chuckled for a bit, then proceeded to stick them up my butt. There was that usual resistance at first, but once over the hump it was sucked in, as these things are. Time for number 2. Same story, it got sucked in, but so fiercely that the two uncooked eggs smashed into each other and shattered.

So there I was with raw eggs running out my butt and left with two smashed eggshells deep inside. Needless to say, I bled a lot that night and removing them was no easy task in our state. I will never again play with eggs.

Can't resist asking then: two cocks would mean promotion for both or would both be fired? (Sorry, Joseph, it was too easy an, um, opening to pass up.)

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.